Ridgeville: Head Over Tail OUT NOW!

Being kidnapped sucks…but then you find your mate…

Maddy Lane did not enjoy the whole “being kidnapped” thing. Then her knight in tight leather showed up to rescue her lioness-y ass and he turned out to be her O-M-G mate. Rawr. Sure, she’s a Sensitive. And, yeah, Sensitives are usually pushovers. But Maddy has been getting “badass” lessons and she’s got no problem telling her hotter-than-hell mate where he can shove his orders and domineering attitude. Of course, it’d be a lot easier to be growly with him if he wasn’t so damn sexy.

Ricker Croft, council tracker and ferocious tiger, can’t figure out what to do with his deliciously curvy mate. She’s a study in contradictions and he never did well in school. As a Sensitive, Maddy is supposed to be sweet, pliant, most importantly, his. She sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be a vicious she-cat who sliced and diced a man attempting rape. And she shouldn’t have disregarded a direct order from a more dominant shifter. Even more, the words “get the steel rod out of your ass” should have never passed her tempting lips.

Ricker knows that mating doesn’t equate to love, but he’s going to do his damndest to convince the woman who holds his heart that she can’t live without him. Even if it means turning his life upside down and embarrassing himself in the process.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

“To err is human, to love is divine. But fucking with a chick that grows fur and claws is a mistake. Show ‘em how big that mistake can be.” – Maya Josephs, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride who, regardless of the ginormous belly, is happy to show off her claws.

Jasper hadn’t taken Maddy. No. He’d leered at her, promised that she’d enjoy his company someday, but he had a craving for his sweet Elise.

The fucker would die. Painfully. Twice if she could manage it.

She was pretty sure Carly had found some voodoo witch priestess chick after the fuck up with Alistair and Andrew. Andrew had sold Carly out to Alistair and then he’d been killed by the Freedom leader. Carly had wanted to bring Andrew back so she could kill him again. Slowly. With lots of tourniquets so she could cut off bits and pieces without him bleeding to death.

Apparently, being kidnapped turned cute bunny shifters into blood thirsty beasties.

Maddy was proud of her.

As soon as she saved herself from her current kidnapping, she’d get with Carly on how to properly torture and dismember a hyena.

Maddy padded to the door and pressed her ear against the hard surface. The cat helped her send tendrils of power flowing into the hallway. Her beast had been so close and ready to pounce that it took barely a thought to leap into action.

Instead of being stuck wandering the hallways, her mind flitted through walls, touched and stroked each shifter she encountered, hunting for knowledge about their location. More importantly, Elise’s location.

Her earlier encounter with Alistair’s men hadn’t given her the opportunity to dig through their heads. She needed to find a very, very weak mind. With luck, she could drop a lovely thought into the shifter’s brain and that person would wander over to check on her. With even more luck, release her.

Maddy hadn’t really used that particular talent in a while, not since she’d convinced her aunt to hand over the cake bowl for her to lick. That tricked had earned her a stomach ache and a spanking to end all spankings.

Here kitty kitty…or beary beary…fuck it. Come here one of you ass-sniffers.

Her search went on, one mind after another, until she’d touched at least twenty-five and that was just within the general vicinity.

Fuck.

Panting, energy quickly draining from her exertions, she pushed on.

Another few feet, another few shifters and then…

Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!

A male, fierce and determined, had one thing on his mind. Finding her. A deep look into his thoughts revealed his motivation and she was relieved to find out that he wasn’t craving a quick tumble with a Sensitive chick. Nope, he was her Search and Rescue.

Thank God. She had been seriously losing faith in her favorite romance novels.

Hardcore.

Okay. She’d found him, now she had to get this insanely strong tiger male to her without risking his life in the process.

Here kitty, kitty…

The tiger in the male’s mind roared in displeasure and Maddy felt a sickening rage take over the animal. Apparently “kitty” was not a name the cat preferred.

Well, too fucking bad. She needed saving, damn it.